Is Gloomy Sunday the saddest son you've ever heard?

It's not even the saddest song I've ever heard.

But I've got a million.

Right now, this:



You win some and you lose some
And I've lost the will to lose
With my part time job and my faith in God
Falling on a bruise

And this no star bed and breakfast
And insolvency abuse, make me feel like throwing myself
Off the kitchen shelf
Falling on a bruise

And all of my unworldly goods, the bailiffs took them too
For all the ducked bills and silly sods
From Brian Mills's catalog
Something borrowed, bartered and blue

You win some and you lose some, you save nothing, nothing for a rainy day
You need your nutrasweet daddy or some peppermint paddy
Or just a hackneyed old cabbie
Who can drive you and your baby away

Two fives or a ten
Could get me back to you
And stop me
Falling on a bruise

It's not that I'm acrophobic
It's just that it's not safe to go out anymore
So I just stay indoors with my TV Times
My petty rimes and my nursery rhymes

Someone said, that the sound of a baby crying
Is the world and beauty in the eye of the beholder
But as my heart grows colder, and colder
I just feel so tired

The fridge is empty, the walls are damp, there's no hot water
And I look like a tramp and tramps like us
Baby we were born to walk
But where does a mother's girl go, when her mother's gone?

Some you win and some you lose
I've spent my hole lifetime falling on a bruise
And if I had the chance to do it all again
I'd change everything

Read more: Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine - Falling On A Bruise Lyrics | MetroLyrics

And this
Lua - Bright Eyes

I know that it is freezing but I think we have to walk
I keep waving at the taxis; they keep turning their lights off
But Julie knows a party at some actor's west side loft
Supplies are endless in the evening; by the morning they'll be gone.

When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend
I get a coffee and the paper; have my own conversations
With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening, by the morning looks like ****.

And I know you have a heavy heart; I can feel it when we kiss
So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me I'm not a gamble you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening, by the morning won't exist.

You're looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black
You just keep going to the bathroom always say you'll be right back
Well it takes one to know one, kid, I think you've got it bad
But what's so easy in the evening, by the morning is such a drag.

I've got a flask inside my pocket we can share it on the train
If you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same
We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening, by the morning seems insane.

And I'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
The reasons all have run away but the feeling never did
It's not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live
Cause what is simple in the moonlight, by the morning never is
What's so simple in the moonlight, now is so complicated
What's so simple in the moonlight, so simple in the moonlight

Sad, but not gloomy - there is a difference

Yes, but you were asking about sad.